lubricity. Some day I will recount the chief events of her
romantic story, which she herself, in after-time, fully related to me.
The day was a sad one for us all, even sadder than the next, the actual
day of departure. As often happens, the anticipation of evils is
greater than the reality when they come.

That night my aunt and the doctor had another whipping bout, but this
time she only succeeded in getting a single course out of the doctor.
As before when all was over, I slipped away to pass the last delicious
night with the dear creatures with whom I had now carried on the most
rapturous orgies for more than two years past. My sisters were rapidly
developing into remarkably handsome fine young women, especially Mary,
who, having the advantage of a year and a half over Lizzie, was
naturally more filled out and formed, although Lizzie promised in the
end to be, and in fact became, the finest woman, and had also by far
the hotter temperament of the two. We passed the night in orgies the
most refined, interspersed with tears of regret at our parting, and
soft endearments leading to perfect furies of lubricity, until I was
nearly fainting with exhaustion. We tore ourselves asunder with
difficulty, and the three angelic creatures held their door open, and
with streaming eyes watched my receding form; twice, on looking back, I
could not help returning again and again to throw myself into their
arms for a last loving embrace; but like all things human it came to an
end, and I reached my bed and sobbed myself to sleep.

It is needless to dwell on our parting next day. My mother accompanied
us to the town where we were to take a coach. It drove up. My poor
mother could hardly utter her blessing and farewell, and I saw the
tears coursing down her venerable cheeks as she waved her handkerchief
before the coach turned the corner that shut us from her view. Of
course my heart was full, whose could be otherwise when quitting home
for the first time. My aunt put her arm round my waist, and laid my
head on her ample bosom, and comforted me as well as she could; but a
full heart must vent itself. Fortunately, we had the inside all to
ourselves. My aunt was very tender, and so was the doctor. I soon
sobbed myself to sleep; even in the bitter grief of the moment I had
some slight comfort in the idea of pressing those glorious orbs. My
aunt frequently kissed me, and I returned it with full pouting lips,
which I fancied rather pleased